Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

"Are you being blackmailed? Don't panic, where are you? I'll be there soon--"

The noise from Director Leng's side suddenly increased, and a woman screamed shrilly: "What kind of crappy job is this? You have to do it after work! I don't care, the child must be with me, I will only have this one child in my life!"

What's going on? Leng Yanqiu was stunned. She had never heard of Director Leng's marriage being ruined because of a fire in his backyard. How could he just divide up the child?

Director Leng's suppressed voice was spread out in pieces: "Don't make trouble! Give me my work - thousands of households!"

Have you seized the initiative of the mobile phone?

Leng Yanqiu raised his voice and quickly stated: "I'm sorry, Director Leng, I'm not being blackmailed! I just want to ask about the progress of the case. I don't want to disturb you--"

A blind "beep" sound was heard.

Alas, no one’s life can be peaceful all the time. There must be chaos and turmoil to make it lively.

"Did handsome Wu have dinner? Um, I'm not asking about money. It's better to ask, um, what's going on with our Leng Institute? I heard that they are dividing the children--"

Leng Yanqiu's face turned red as he spoke. Really, he had lived like a dog for more than three hundred years, how could he be so gossipy?

Handsome Wu: "I was shocked when I saw you calling me, I thought someone was harassing me! You asked about Leng Suo, you know he was having a fight with his sister-in-law, no no, it was his sister-in-law who was having a divorce with Leng Suo——"

"Why? Leng Suo is handsome and has a prestigious job with a good salary, right?"

Leng Yanqiu's face turned even redder. Fortunately, they were connected by the phone. His heart was unstable!

Handsome Wu seemed to have found a soulmate all of a sudden. His voice was eerie as if it came from under the table: "That's right, you think so too, right? I'm a handsome guy, but my face is a little dark. What's a man afraid of having a dark face? This is what a real man should look like. Humph, only shallow women only care about those effeminate men in TV dramas who put on makeup and act like sissies—"

This guy is putting his personal emotions into this.

Leng Yanqiu: Do we have to go from one gossip to another?

"Handsome guy, did you fail in your blind date?"

"——You are a junior high school student and you don't study hard——" Handsome Wu tried to save his dignity. Did you suddenly realize that the person on the other end of the phone is a junior high school student?

Junior high school student: "Have you forgotten that I'm number one in my grade? Let's go back to Leng Suo. Leng Suo's wife dislikes Leng Suo for being dark-skinned? That's so shallow."

As expected, handsome Wu immediately continued, "It's just shallow! It's not that my sister-in-law doesn't like my dark face, it's that I don't like my cold face. I have to go out even if there is a case in the middle of the night, and I can't spend the weekend normally. I have to be on duty during the New Year."

"anything else?"

"For these reasons, my sister-in-law came to the station to make a scene. I heard it clearly."

No wonder you are single.

Leng Yanqiu: "Is it the color of the hat on Leng Suo's head that changed? (ˉ▽￣～) Tsk~~"

Handsome Wu: "Why did you change color? You, you are a junior high school student!"

"Remember to help me collect the money, straight man!"

After hanging up the phone, I didn't feel like eating after a big meal of gossip. Old Mrs. Leng was waiting for me. She came up to me and asked, "Qiu'er, who wants a divorce?"

The old lady's eyes were bright and twinkling. Well, the Leng family's bloodline is pure and there is no need for DNA testing.

"male."

Sure enough, the brightness of the old lady's eyes dimmed.

When you live a good life for a long time, you will forget the past suffering. Now, Mrs. Leng only thinks of her eldest son. Even when she hears about someone getting divorced, she immediately thinks of her son.

For men, forget it.

It's not that she didn't have any ideas at all. The old lady also reminded her indirectly: "Our family is so good now. If your mother doesn't want to find another man, don't urge her."

As he spoke, he carefully glanced at his granddaughter's face. His hands were not idle either, as he put away the rice left for Ding Guihua.

Leng Yanqiu: "I just calculated the income from the sale of salted eggs in the online store. After deducting the cost, I will give you 100 yuan as a reward for your hard work."

The old lady immediately blossomed, and all her thoughts were forgotten: "Oh my, this is really true. We only pickled two jars of eggs, and we can eat them at home without having to go to the market to sell them. Oh my—"

After receiving a red bill, the old lady ran back to her room in a hurry. Since the family did not need to spend her money to buy anything, she would save it. She would put the bills of the same denomination together flatly, tie them up with rubber bands, and stack them from small to large. Then she would wrap them in a handkerchief and put them under her pillow.

The coins are placed separately under the kang mat as if they are waiting for inspection, arranged in rows. You can hear the pleasant sound when you turn your head or toss over at night, which helps you sleep and makes you feel safe.

Leng Yanqiu comforted the old lady and also had to comfort the friends in the study group. If it weren't for the constraints of evening self-study, they would all come to the village together to visit the patients and have a meal together.

Every greeting from classmates and teachers who have taken advantage of every opportunity to gain control of the phone needs to be responded to.

Brother Wang and his wife also agreed to come over early tomorrow morning to continue the job of picking vegetables and fruits and delivering them that Ding Guihua had just taken over. They also had to contact all the cooperating stores in advance to handle the two truckloads of watermelons.

Before you know it, you have become an indispensable member of this warm world and will be missed by others.

Ding Guihua was afraid to put watermelons on the market ahead of schedule, but Leng Yanqiu dared to do so. She would sell pigs and sheep tomorrow. If you are short of money, then make some money!

The vacant room is now filled with rows of pickle jars and pickle vats. When the old lady wakes up from a nap, she will find more than 2,000 eggs waiting to be pickled. What's the point of putting them all in the space? Who would keep asking?

Ding Guihua was still sleeping in the space. Her fingers, which had been pointed at her, were now naturally flat and slightly crossed, and there was no expression of pain on her face.

The flying sword liked its current image very much. With Leng Yanqiu, who was meditating, as the center, it unsheathed itself and chased the scabbard. The golden and silver light flashed far and near, fast and slow, causing Leng Yanqiu's short hair to rise and fall.

"Buleng", a snow-white fish jumped out of the river, "Buleng Buleng Buleng", Leng Yanqiu, who had already entered a state of meditation, opened his eyes.

His mind was still unsettled, Leng Yanqiu stood up suddenly and ran towards the river.

How could she forget that there was a new river flowing into the river? There were fish in the river, so she could have another catch tomorrow.

The flying sword was startled and fell into the sand nest. When it flew up again, the golden light was no longer shining and the silver light was no longer bright. The master has become vulgar, and his head is full of the smell of money. Can a cultivator achieve the right result without eating wind and drinking dew and being noble and arrogant?

"Xiaojian, come quickly and count how many fish there are in this river that can be sold. Those that weigh just over one and a half kilograms should be counted separately. Fish of this weight are the most tender and delicious."

There was light in the master's eyes when he spoke, and his gestures were totally unlike those of a 300-year-old cultivator. It was just like -- just like when the man and the sword first met 300 years ago, she was still naive and it was simple and unsophisticated...